Bad Daddy (Dirty Little Lies Duet #1) Read Online J.D. Hollyfield

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, College, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Dirty Little Lies Duet Series by J.D. Hollyfield
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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
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“Looks like you just got ditched.” I whip my head around, pleasantly surprised to find a cute guy—shaggy blonde hair, kissable lips, and a smile that certainly does things to my libido.

“It does, doesn’t it?”

“Jim.” He sticks his hand out, and I return the gesture, taking his hand in mine.

“Violet.”

“Yeah, I know. We actually have psychology together.”

I stare at him, searching for why he looks familiar. “Wait, you’re…don’t you—?”

“Teach the class? Yeah.”

“Do they allow professors at parties?” I ask, my lips forming into a playful smirk.

“Not normally, but this one’s off-campus. I tend to sneak to a few every now and then.” We hold each other’s gaze until a shyness falls over me. Breaking our connection, I stare back off into the crowded dance floor. “Wanna dance?”

I cock my head for another inspection. His cheeky grin has my lips curving upward. “Are you allowed to dance with students?”

He waggles his brows. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Jesus. I can’t tell if that’s corny or cute. His blue eyes have me leaning toward cute. The goal tonight was to find a guy more my age. I’m not sure working out my sexual frustration on my psych professor is any better than lusting after my roommate’s dad. He sways his hips obnoxiously, and I choke out a laugh. “If that’s how you dance, no.”

He grins wide, his white teeth on display, and chuckles. “Right. I wouldn’t either. So, what do ya say? One dance? I won’t keep you out there too long. You probably have lots of homework to get to.”

What a weirdo. I grant him an eye roll, but give him my hand, allowing him to escort me into the sea of gyrating bodies. People pulse around us, forcing us closer. My breasts press against his chest, and my shyness returns, making it hard to keep eye contact. He’s extremely good looking. He smells like aftershave and beer, and his hands gripping my hips send flutters down to my toes. We sway to the music. Letting the rhythm take hold, I spin around and grind into him, my back against his chest, my ass against his swelling cock. His hands ride up my stomach, stopping just below my breasts, then skate back down my sides to grip my hips again, pulling me harder against him. His head tilts forward, allowing his warm breath to skate along my neck. Need vibrates through me. I spin again and wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him closer, inhaling more of him. He pulls me snug against his body. I’m two seconds away from asking him to take me back to his place when Hazel ruins it.

“Hey, girl. We gotta head out.” Missing is her easy-going smile.

I pull back, catching her flushed cheeks. “Everything okay? I thought you were with—”

“I was—until—I just don’t feel so hot. Can we go?” She turns her focus to the guy wrapped around me. “Hey…don’t I know you?”

We both laugh, but he allows me to break away from him. “Hazel, this is Jim. Jim, Hazel.”

“Hey, cool, so can we go?” My achy, in-need-of-attention vagina tells her no. But girl code has me telling Jim I’ll see him on Monday.

Hazel is quiet the entire walk home. The moment we get back to our room I ask, “So, what happened back there with the physics guy? He seemed like a nice guy.”

She huffs and throws herself on my bed. “It wasn’t him. It was… nothing. Can we not talk about it?”

I offer her a long stare before I let it go. “Sure.”

“Thanks. Anywho, enough about me! How was the rest of your night? Who was the guy? I swear he looks familiar.”

“Because he is. He’s our psych professor—”

The words are barely off my tongue before she screams and falls off my bed. “What did you just say to me?”

I chuckle, heading to my closet to change into my pajamas. “You heard me. I guess he’s a first-year professor, so he’s still kind of young. Lives off-campus and attends the college parties that don’t affect his job. Asked me if I wanted to dance, and I said yes. I was hoping we would bump privates, but then you broke it up before anything could happen.”

Hazel rolls off the floor with a groan. “Oh, man, I’m so sorry. You should have said something! Did you want to go back? Are your privates mad at me?” We drunk giggle and she sits up, grabbing for her desk chair. “Let’s totally Google him.” She climbs onto her chair and opens her laptop. “What’s my dad still doing up?”

“Huh?” I twist around too fast, dizzying myself, and almost fall back into my closet. I manage to pull my shirt over my head and steady myself.

“My dad. He’s online. I’m calling.”

“Uh…you’re drunk. You sure that’s a good idea?” Before she has the chance to second guess it, her dad pops on the screen.


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